Hope changed after the mountain.Not in size. Not in color. Something deeper. The small wolf carried itself differently now. Its golden eyes held memories that did not belong to it. Its silence was heavier. Its gaze lingered on the horizon, on the mountains, on the space between the trees where the shadows pooled.Luan watched it from the cabin porch.She's grieving, Cass said, sitting beside her.Hope is a she now?Cass shrugged.She told Mira this morning. Said it felt right.Luan looked at the small honey-colored wolf. Hope was lying in the sun, her golden eyes half-closed, her tail curled around Mira's sleeping form.I didn't know hunger had a gender, Luan said.Cass took her hand.Hope isn't hunger anymore.Luan squeezed his fingers.No, she said. She isn't.Mira woke first.The girl sat up, her brown hair tangled, her brown eyes blinking in the afternoon light. She looked at Hope. The small wolf opened her golden eyes.You were dreaming, Hope said.Mira nodded.I dreamed of the
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